![]() ![]() It doesn’t even matter if he cares about me or not. Had I been that big of a sucker all along? Would I continue to believe that he was doing all this for some greater good? Why should I believe that he is anything other than a soulless sadist? The booming newfound optimism I felt for our relationship deflates when he utters those words. I wanted to invade your home and come in you one last time because that shit turns me on. ![]() I already knew I would release you, but I wanted to use you anyway. “Mia, I came here to fuck you one last time. What changed since you arrived? I don’t understand! Was it something I said?” I try to think back to our topics of discussion, but the conversation moves too quickly for me focus. Why are you doing this? Why are you leaving? You came here tonight to be with me. Tears stream down my cheeks as the fear of total abandonment surges through me. How could anything have changed since you’ve gotten here? Did you get some sort of psychic message? You were just laying here with me, minutes ago, everything was fine. We agreed the blackmail didn’t even really matter anymore because we both weren’t going anywhere.” Remember? On the boat? We were supposed to be here for each other? The video was a last resort. ![]() “You said.you said you wouldn’t go anywhere. “There’s something else going on here.” I don’t want to sound desperate, but it’s hard to contain the fluttering that travels from my heart to my stomach. Now those words feel like a battering ram to the chest. ![]()
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